AMBITION. 
77 
FOXGLOVE. 
Digitalis. 
Language — AMBITION. 
The world Las won her — she has learned 
Its measured smile and tread ; 
The foot, that once the snowflake spurned, 
By courtly rule is led; 
And fashion’s hand has smoothed the fold 
Of that luxuriant hair ; 
Where once the tress of glossy gold 
Waved wildly on the air. 
Mrs. Osgood. 
Tamerlane. The world! ’twould he too little for thy pride 
Thou wouldst scale heaven. 
Bajazet. I would: away ! my soul 
Disdains thy conference. 
Kobe’s Tamerlane. 
I am a woman : tell me not of fame ; 
The eagle’s wing may sweep the stormy path, 
And fling back arrows where the dove would die. 
Miss Landon. 
Give me the boon of love ! 
The path of fame is drear, 
And glory’s arch doth ever span 
A hillside cold and sere. 
One wildflower from the path of love, 
All lowly though it lie, 
Is dearer than the wreath that waves 
To stern Ambition’s eye. 
H. S. Tuckerman. 
